Poor Mario
by Katy L Walsvik
Friday, July 19, 2002
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How now, pink toes, whats this you say?
I cannot go outside to play?
The couch is where you'll make me stay?
Where there's a will, someone will pay! (oops.. different subject)
I tiptoe round the room with ease
Now that those lumps no longer tease
My ticklish soles, but if you please
May I have one more hug and squeeze? (Damn.. cant stay on topic)
No planters warts. Im NOT a toad!
But weary from this blinding load
And grateful as I hit the road
That, though it hurts, I wont explode! (there, that should do it!... grin..) |
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